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Reggie collects himself with an effort, and stands (perhaps a bit theatrically) placing his palms down on the tabletop. "The grizzled sage is correct..." he begins (he seems much more confident addressing the group, than he does conversing). "It is true that we must get on with this business...

I'm fine with whatever the group decides to do with the staff in the end

Cross catches the staff in midair, and is taken aback by the feeling of cold that suffuses his grip... staring in wonder at the steam rising where his flesh presses against the cool wood of the staff. He passes a finger over the symbols carved in the staff's surface, feeling their strength...

Well, I'm willing to take one for the team here... and carry the staff, since it looks like I'd get us the most "benefit" from using it. If we decide to sell it and split the loot at the end of the adventure that works for me. It's up to everyone else...

You can tell he isn't being completely upfront... but then again, that doesn't seem entirely unusual given the circumstances. "I see... yes, I see. Well... um, well... it is a ring, Good Sir."

The Waiting Below Strikes Again...

It dawns on you suddenly... it is royal signet ring! You don't have the sort of background to recognize the heraldry of the crest, but you do know that several royals have commisioned rings from your master with healing, protective and/or tracking properties. This ring is his work of that you...

Cross bends to pick up a rock, then mutters "lumos"... causing the rock to emit a bright glow of light. Gritting his teeth in a menacing snarl, he taps the base of his staff on the ground... causing it's runes to burn & emit a sulphric smoke. He turn his gaze to the warriors, and asks "shall...

Cross steps away from the remaining shade, while spinning his staff. He points it just behind his last foe, before bringing it with a triumpthant "Incendio!"... another column of fire burns down from the sky vaporizing, consuming both the shadow and its dead companion. Move: Shift to K10 Std...

Sorry I missed your Insight & Perception checks yesterday:erm:... Reggie's discomfort is obvious... but Ash senses that it has to do with the task before him, and not with the brash manners of the adventurers surrounding him. It seems that he is reluctant to have anyone know anything about him...

Although, I suppose this could reflect the BR's losing his focus/discipline and getting a boost from pure rage...

The bartender has been watching this little "drama" unfold... at first, amused with Reggie's discomfort, and having a chuckle at the wealthy man's awkwardness... now, however, he seems to be getting annoyed that things are dragging on like they are... "Listen here, Fancy-Pants, ye cann'a walk in...

"Assistance?? What?!? I mean, yes, of course. Assistance. Quite right. Excuse me, but did you say "veteran"? Can I take that to mean you've been upon other campaigns?" Reggie turns with a start at Ashurn's "introduction"... "Errr, scare me? Uhhh... no. Scared? ...no ...no not at all...

The cells wouldn't necesarily have to be aware of each other, or realize that they're "worshipping" the same entity. Even if the cults refer to "The Waiting Below" by different names, there would still be consistency in the iconography... so, if some religious conspiracy theorist were to really...

Cross regains his feet slowly, using his staff to push himself upright. Assessing his injuries... he can feel the sting of frost burns in more than one place. The thought that he could be brought low by shadows & cold sets his blood aflame. With a fierce scowl on his face, he readjust his...

A voice speaks to you in the back of your mind, "The rring... the Ring! It is the work of your long dead master, Dorian, commisioned by... w-who? ...or is it whom? I can't recall." The potential benefactor seems to be looking around the room, as if he's trying to find Security to escort the...

I know it probably didn't need a proposal, per se... I wanted to put it out there as an idea/tool, but I thought it would be a good idea to get people's thoughts & input. That's a good point... I'll probably edit that line.

THE WAITING BELOW: A strange "cult" that is beginning to surface across The Transitive Isles. ORGANIZATION separate, individual (or pairs of) cells cells are usually unaware that any other cells exist cells operate independent of each other each cell has a different purpose/mission/goal...

He is visibly disturbed (and, quite possibly, nauseated) by the disheveled dwarf's approach, and his eyes turn to the bartender... who gives a slight nod in confirmation, before returning to his cleaning of a mug. "So you're one of those adventuresome-types?", he asks with a nervous hitch in...

Moments later, the figure reenters the tavern. He is obviously out of place, his clothes are expensive (like, probably cost more than this building expensive)... the cloak looks like a custom, designer job, tailored to look like something a streetperson would wear. It is easy notice his face...